[ Spock lets out a particularly loud (for him) moan as Jim sinks back down after repositioning his legs, re-wrapping his arms round Jim. The strength in his arms is evident in how tightly they hold onto him—they tremble slightly as he keeps that strength in check, wanting to crush Jim to him but not wanting to hurt him at the same time.
The bond darkens even further as well, the knowledge of Jim willingly letting go of any control is heady, his thoughts swirling even faster as his lust and pleasure build even higher. Sharp, bright bursts flare along the link as Spock starts to move his hips. He can barely move like this as the moment, not without physically manhandling Jim—that will come later. For now he rocks upward, thrusting that inch more into Jim, the small movement filling even more of him, pushing deeper even while already buried to the hilt. ]
[His breathing is ragged when he sinks back down, blunt nails digging into either of Spock's shoulders as he tries to get used to this new position and brace himself for whatever Spock has prepared for him.
Some of the air is knocked out of Jim's lungs at how tightly Spock is holding on. He lays his forehead down to Spock's shoulder, letting all of the sensations overwhelm him, physical and mental. He doesn't easily let go of control with other people, but it's easy to do with Spock as he relaxes into the hold.
His breath hitches when Spock begins to move again, that extra inch or so pulling out words of encouragement for Spock to continue moving, a little more, deeper--Jim is starting to unravel in Spock's hands.]
[ Spock accommodates every encouragement and plea that slips past Jim's lips, exploiting the bond and link to know just how Jim craves it, how deep to go, where he wants Spock's hands and how hard he can rake his nails over skin. It's not long before Spock has to grip onto the place where Jim's hips meet his ass, the counterpoint of his weight against Spock's lap in order to lift him up and nearly off.
He takes a slow pace at first, leaving Jim aching as he lifts him high with just the tip of Spock remaining in him, only to make him sink back down and thrusting up to fill him again. ]
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The bond darkens even further as well, the knowledge of Jim willingly letting go of any control is heady, his thoughts swirling even faster as his lust and pleasure build even higher. Sharp, bright bursts flare along the link as Spock starts to move his hips. He can barely move like this as the moment, not without physically manhandling Jim—that will come later. For now he rocks upward, thrusting that inch more into Jim, the small movement filling even more of him, pushing deeper even while already buried to the hilt. ]
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Some of the air is knocked out of Jim's lungs at how tightly Spock is holding on. He lays his forehead down to Spock's shoulder, letting all of the sensations overwhelm him, physical and mental. He doesn't easily let go of control with other people, but it's easy to do with Spock as he relaxes into the hold.
His breath hitches when Spock begins to move again, that extra inch or so pulling out words of encouragement for Spock to continue moving, a little more, deeper--Jim is starting to unravel in Spock's hands.]
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He takes a slow pace at first, leaving Jim aching as he lifts him high with just the tip of Spock remaining in him, only to make him sink back down and thrusting up to fill him again. ]